What's up world? Yeah that's right, second blog post in a row. Haven't done that shit since high school. The reason I'm putting down the blogs like my hand's hurting is due to finals week. I've developed a ritual to do my finals, and I think it works pretty well.
I wake up at like 2:00 in the afternoon. I roll out of bed, take a shower, eat, brush my teeth, all that shit. Then I kill some intense studying for like three straight hours. I mean I'm talking motivated studying where I just go geek-mode until I get every single thing right like I've known it all year. After that I relax a little bit and do this blog, tis a solid way to get all the stress out of my head and while I write I sip down the coffee and get focused for the final I have in 3 hours. Then I kill a lite workout and have a little something to eat to further reduce the stress. Then it's fucking show time. I listen to some motivational crap on youtube and get ready to take that test like fuck yeah. Once the test is over, it's a huge-ass relief and I can enjoy the rest of the evening doing whatever I wanna do. Since I had two cups of coffee at like 6pm I typically can't sleep until a solid 3 in the morning, and that's fine by me. So I fall asleep, wake up, wash rinse repeat until finals are over.
There's a bigass "8" illuminating my window drawn out of Christmas lights. That is a little idea I had last night to represent my floor for the rest of campus. I don't know how noticeable it is, or if anyone will understand what it means. But for everyone on my floor that means OCHO BITCH.
So there's a sign on my door that says "Kirwan tower, other insignificant dorms, and Wildcat Lodge will not be closing over winter break." Now that's cool and all, but that makes me wonder what Wildcat Lodge is. That must be the chillest, broest, most amazing dorm on campus. I mean it's called Wildcat Lodge! What do you think of when you hear the words "Wildcat Lodge?". I imagine you walk in and it's like Albion Base Camp at Alta, like there's wood floors, wood walls, wood furniture, a wooden spiral staircase that leads to a wooden loft looking over the wooden lobby. I bet the temperature throughout the Lodge is like only 60 degrees, but the warm fire makes it like 80 in certain parts of the room. I bet it's surrounded by redwoods and shit that keep the lodge shady in the summer but insulated in the winter. I bet every couple of months they have a Wildcat Lodge social and invite everyone to enjoy free food and cocktails while someone plays Canon on the piano.
Yes, if I lived in the Wildcat Lodge I would NEVER leave. On Saturdays and Sundays I would go down the spiral wooden staircase to the lobby and sit by the fire with a cup of coffee and watch the snowfall until noon. Then I would pull out a good book and read until the light of the fire was the only light left. Only then I would grab my coat and gloves and head out to the party. That would be the life, but I'm definitely not complaining about Kirwan Tower.
Ok here's a question I've been pondering for a few weeks now. So we only party at night right? And that is because dark=sexy. So if in Alaska in the winter it's perpetually dark and night, does that mean they party at ANY hour of the day/night? If I lived in Alaska, I would throw a fucking party at 3 in the afternoon! And it would be the livest shit in the county. I mean could you imagine stumbling back home and it only being 10pm? Then you could get a good night sleep and effectively sleep through your hangover. I bet they party a lot in Alaska during the winter; I mean they'd have to to keep from getting depressed.
So I researched it. Drugs and alcohol are a huge problem in Alaska, particularly during the winter. Almost every remote county of Alaska is a dry county with strict laws on contraband. This causes a massive outbreak of organized crime smuggling vices into these remote villages. Due to the drugs and alcohol having to be airlifted into the remote corners of the state, the street cost runs extremely high. Drug and alcohol users blow entire paychecks on substance abuse, which brings their family into poverty. The stress of poverty fuels many drunk rages leading to frequent domestic and child abuse. The family's can't escape drunken fathers, as there is no where else to go--their village could be hundreds of miles of tundra away from the nearest neighboring village. The distress of broken families, domestic violence, and alcoholic and drug-addict fathers leads to teen suicide. Alaska has the highest rate of teen suicide, with some villages as high as 50%. Yeah. 50%. Some torn families will lose even two or three children to suicide. The impoverish families are so poor and isolated they can do nothing with the bodies of their perished sons and daughters, so typical (to relieve the family of burdens) teens will commit suicide by running away from home--into the tundra where they know their chance of survival is Zero.
Yeah I set that up to kinda make you feel like shit didn't I? That was the point. Next time you go pop bottles and get blackout drunk with 200 people you don't know, remember there are some places where alcohol isn't fun anymore. You likely won't drive your children to suicide if you have a drink now and then, moderation is key. Alcohol is less important than just about everything, including wings.
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